The Hall of Plutarch was a peculiar place within the Netherworld. Much like the Akashic Records, it documented all memories of this planet since the dawn of humanity. A witch's clairvoyance originated from here.
A witch's unique bloodline and magic connected to the Hall of Plutarch, allowing her to retrieve the temporal memories she needed and thus receive divine revelations.
Like the Netherworld, the Hall of Plutarch existed in the mental realm and had no fixed size. Countless stone tablets floated within it, each inscribed with vast historical knowledge upon closer inspection.
Inside this hall, a white-haired old man was busily at work.
This was Plutarch himself—originally a Greek writer, philosopher, and historian from the Roman Empire in the early AD era. While studying magecraft, he was granted the privilege of guarding this 'hall,' which bestowed him with immortality at the cost of eternal labor within its confines.
In truth, Plutarch was much like the God of Fate—a mechanism established by the gods. Both mechanisms served to ensure the survival of deities and humans alike.
"Gone, all gone!! The entire history of ancient India has vanished!"
Plutarch wailed as he stared at the vast empty space where a massive portion of stone tablets had once been. Just the sight of that void was enough to reveal how many records had been lost.
The Historical Correction Force was at work. From time to time, new tablets materialized in the void, striving to reconstruct ancient Indian history. However, the scale of history erased by the 'Human Order Inceneration Protocol' was so immense that relying solely on the Historical Correction Force to fully restore India's history would take an incalculable amount of time.
As the master of the Hall of Plutarch, Plutarch bore the responsibility of rectifying history. With a resigned sigh, he joined the correction effort. With his direct intervention and the Historical Correction Force working in tandem, it might take roughly a century to restore the lost history.
Well, that was just an estimate. Even Plutarch couldn't pinpoint the exact timeframe. In his two thousand years of existence, this was the first time he'd witnessed such a catastrophic event. When the tablets here had begun burning, he'd been terrified that the Human Order was on the verge of extinction.
In the past, Aisha had often traveled back to ancient times due to her Authority, altering fragments of history. Even those minor changes had infuriated Plutarch. Under normal circumstances, a loss of this magnitude would have sent him into a rage. Yet now, Plutarch remained eerily calm—not a trace of anger in him.
Not because he couldn't, but because he dared not.
The culprit behind all this was the most powerful Demon King in history. He had utterly annihilated even the hero who was supposed to slay him, and even burned the Human Order itself. Plutarch of the past would never have imagined that something like the Human Order could be burned—after all, it was merely a concept!
What could Plutarch do against such a terrifying Demon King? Though he claimed to be immortal, that only meant he wouldn't die of natural causes. If he were to actually go and curse the Demon King to his face, he'd probably be swatted to death with a single slap.
Ah, better to just focus on work honestly.
Thinking about how he'd be stuck in an overtime hell for the next hundred years—or even several hundred—Plutarch suddenly wondered if death might be preferable.
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In the Divine Realm of Fate, the moment Roy's Light of the Right erupted, the scales of victory tipped decisively in his favor. It was a power so overwhelming that even the Goddess of Victory would lift her skirts and throw herself into his arms.
Though come to think of it, Athena was also a Goddess of Victory—and she had already lifted her skirts, no, even her panties, throwing herself at him without reservation.
Raising his sword, Roy calmly swung it down, severing the head of the God of Fate.
As the head parted from its body, this anomalous deity—who had toyed with the Last King and Campiones for millennia—dissipated into illusory motes of light.
It did not return to myth, for it was not any singular God of Fate, but rather a collective of such deities. Thus, it could not truly be considered a god in the purest sense.
With the death of the God of Fate, the entire Divine Realm collapsed instantly. The threads of fate woven into the void snapped one by one, and the carpet of destiny beneath their feet tore apart.
Fate itself was not destroyed, for fate was omnipresent. But with the collapse of the Divine Realm, these strands of destiny were freed from all artificial interference, returning to their most primal state.
"This time, it's truly over."
Amidst the crumbling ruins of the Divine Realm, a melancholic sigh echoed from behind Roy.
Turning around, he saw Pandora gazing misty-eyed at the collapse of fate, tears glistening as she laughed through them. "...The curse the gods placed upon me is finally lifted. Mommy is free now~"
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her smile somewhat awkward. Though she called herself "Mommy," she still looked every bit like a naive little girl.
"Does little Roy want a reward?"
Pandora widened her bright, beautiful eyes, a faint seductive glimmer at their edges. Her fair skin flushed pink as she shyly tugged at the hem of her clothes—yet the smile on her lips seemed to beckon Roy to take the initiative.
But at this moment, Roy truly had no mood to indulge her. Having severed the Last Steel and slain the God of Fate, his mission in this world was complete. If this were a game, he'd undoubtedly have earned an SSS-rank evaluation.
Seeing that Roy genuinely wasn't interested right now, Pandora composed herself, adopting a more serious tone. "...Due to your Human Order Inceneration Protocol, the Last King Veeraj has vanished from existence entirely. I cannot use his death to initiate the Campione ritual."
Pandora spoke with some irritation, as if troubled by how she should offer Roy more benefits.
"Forget it, I'm not interested in Veeraj's power either."
Roy shook his head, comforting Pandora.
The current Roy could no longer undergo Spiritual Foundation Ascension, so he had no need for spirit origins. As for Veeraj, he wasn't particularly strong—his spirit origin was just like that of an ordinary Heretic God. Among all the Heretic Gods Roy had encountered, Veeraj's true power was actually quite low-ranking.
Veeraj's true strength came from the "Oath of the Great Covenant," but that was an agreement among the gods, not some specific ability. Roy couldn't obtain it, and even if he could, his interest in it wasn't that great. Other worlds didn't have Campiones, so it wouldn't be usable there. Its principle was simply to multiply one's magical energy by over tenfold instantly, and Roy had plenty of ways to increase his magical energy himself.
As for the Divine Sword of Salvation, compared to Roy's Sword of Judgment, its growth potential was far too limited. That sword only had two abilities: the White Star and the Divine Sword Mandala. But Roy already had Athena's Black Sword, which was no worse than the Sword of Salvation's White Star. The Divine Sword Mandala might look cool, but it was practically useless—divine artifacts weren't Noble Phantasms; those weapons couldn't unleash their True Names and were purely decorative.
The Divine Sword Mandala Veeraj wielded might seem powerful, but that was only because he enhanced it with his divine power. Without that divine energy, even if Roy stood completely still, thousands or tens of thousands of those divine artifacts wouldn't even scratch his Body of the Holy Son.
In the end, the only things Veeraj was truly strong in were the Oath of the Great Covenant and his immortality. Without those, even if you gave him ten Swords of Salvation, Roy could still beat him to death with a few punches.
So even if Veeraj were sacrificed, it wouldn't grant Roy any truly powerful authorities.
Seeing Roy's lack of interest in the Last King, Pandora thought for a moment and continued, "...Then what about the Authority of Fate? Although the God of Fate is a specialized deity, she's still a Heretic God with the ability to initiate rituals."
Roy was about to refuse this as well—authorities weren't something where more was always better; what mattered was how well they suited him. But just as he was about to speak, he fell into deep thought.
The God of Fate's control over destiny might be crude, but there were still merits to it. Perhaps he could study this authority to gain some knowledge related to fate. His system was based on the power of the Bible, and the "One True God" should inherently possess the ability to control destiny!
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